Maybe that’s exactly what bothers me? The constant juxtaposition of very serious themes and the continually light-heartedness of the writing. It feels odd at times because the crime plot and what happened in the past of both MCs is really quite angsty and serious. Usually I adore banter and sarcasm, it’s one of my favourite things, but just like in ‘The Hitman’s Guide’ series (sorry, I’m one of those who found Leland too much), here it totally takes over everything. I have no clue why the humour was missing me, but my lips were hardly twitching. I can take it for so long, and enjoy some, too, but at some point I start craving for the MCs to stop teasing each other and just talk. Not that the banter is bad, not at all, (a bit crazy or YA maybe?) but it seems that I’m genetically missing the receptors for it. Just My Luck is a 101k book that includes a dog that wants to eat Killian’s face off (or maybe just play with his shoe), handcuffs used in a disappointing way, way too much running, a hero that can’t hit the broad side of a barn with a gun (which might have something to do with the fact that he picks up a book instead of practicing every chance he gets), a game of strip checkers that doesn’t go as planned, and two broken souls who find peace in each other. But together, as we face betrayal and taking down the worst monster of all, we’re determined that we will be the lucky ones after all. He doesn’t know that Tony isn’t the only one looking for me. He’s determined to protect me, but he doesn’t know all of my secrets. At first, I’m not sure if I can trust the man, but the more we get to know each other, the more I realize that he’s funny and kind of sweet. I just have to learn how to wield them.Īfter Shepherd gets me away from Tony’s men, I discover that he’s a survivor, a fighter, and the only person who seems willing to help me when it feels like the whole world is against me.

And sometimes, those two things can be a bigger weapon than anything in a time like this.

Soon, though, I learn that Shepherd has a heart and a brain. My chances for escape look pretty bleak when I’m handcuffed to Tony’s bodyguard, an intimidating man named Shepherd who apparently loves tight shirts and seems to be amused by making my life miserable. When I’m tossed into the trunk of a car, I realize that what little luck I have has finally run out-especially when I find that Tony, the man who’d abducted me, is planning on using me to get back at my father.

Just My Luck by Alice Winters